Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.